I am stuck. I have a deadline of May 19th to finish revising my novel and it won’t let me move forward.
Maybe it’s because I’ve gotten side tracked with writing for the band I play with.
Maybe it’s because the day job has been especially demanding lately.
Maybe it’s because the cottonwood covering the air and earth with it’s gorgeous white balls of fluff causes my throat to close up and my voice to turn husky. (The husband likes the sound of it, but now it’s veering toward a whisper which I don’t think is all that cute.)
Maybe it’s because I got a rejection. (Good grief, I say to myself, one rejection should not stop you!)
One of my wise friends tells me to set the novel aside and come back to it later. I can’t even seem to do that.
So instead I am trying a technique I heard from Elizabeth Gilbert, that guru of creativity and giver of artistic permission slips.
I am running a reverse CT scan on myself. To do this, I slowly scan my consciousness to see if some glimmer of curiosity for my book still exists in the tomography of my creativity. (It’s a reverse scan because I am searching for goodness instead of the disease that the medical world tries to find.)
If you ask, I will let you know if I find any sparkles. I may not. It may be time to let this novel go and move forward.
I’ve got until the 19th to finish scanning.
In the meantime, here are the sparkles of wonder I found while keeping my eyes open in the everyday.
Of course, the flowers in my yard and on my walks sparkle. Even though spring is biting me in the nose, I adore it as much as ever.
May you find your sparkles,
And one more…